Oh God, What's Wrong With Me? Why

I'm No Good At Anything. Not Men. Not Social Skills. Not Work. Nothing.

As Women Glide From Their Twenties To Thirties, Shazzer Argues, The Balance Of Power Subtly Shifts. Even The Most Outrageous Minxes Lose Their Nerve, Wrestling With The First Twinges Of Existential Angst: Fears Of Dying Alone And Being Found Three Weeks Later Half-eaten By An Alsatian.

If We Can't Have Comedy Books Written About Aspects Of Womanhood Without Going Into A Panic Attack About It, Then We Haven't Got Very Far At Being Equal.

It Is A Truth Universally Acknowledged That As Soon As One Part Of Your Life Starts Looking Up, Another Falls To Pieces.

I Certainly Think I'll End Up Writing About America In Some Form. I've Taken Plenty Of Notes. I Like America Very Much.